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It is Always What Women Can Do For Men

June 22, 2009

It is sexist to expect women (female-at-birth) to submit and allow MTTs the use of female restrooms. Why is it the females who are always expected to accommodate the males? Why is it the females who are expected to be all-inclusive? If transitioning is so transgressive then why not prove to society that it is transgressive by accomplishing something revolutionary for once, like getting males to be the accommodating ones by opening their restrooms to transgender people. Wouldn’t that be the revolutionary thing to do? It would kill two birds with one stone. First, it would not demand, as the patriarchy has done for years, that females be the receptive ones, the accommodating ones, the all-inclusive ones, and, it would demonstrate that non-transgender men are open to and capable of change. It is a patriarchy after all. Meaning, the males have been doing the oppressing, not the females.

Why should females protect males from males? It is the whole clean up your own backyard business before you go trying to control someone else’s backyard. Are there not so-called progressive males, pomo males that are willing to open the doors to male restrooms for transsexuals/transgenders? Why can’t they protect MTTs in the restroom from the other men? Or, could it be, there is no fucking way to tell predators apart? Yet, radical feminists are wrong and close-minded if we say aloud that all men are suspect. If all men are not suspect, then why don’t MTTs feel safe using male restrooms?

What is it you say? If the MTTs use the male restrooms they may be subjected to harassment, even, rape? Well, exactly how are females supposed to know which of these MTTs will not take that male characteristic/behavior with them when they start using female restrooms? Should we assume/believe that the male’s urge/behavior to rape women is going to disappear simply because his penis is removed? Incidentally, I don’t think as many men actually surgically transition as they would like people to believe. Therefore, the dick is still there in many cases, waiting, just waiting for a reason to penetrate something or somebody.

Moreover, have you ever stopped to think about the character of the doctors who are willing to do these surgeries? It reads like a symbiotic relationship. The doctors indulge the delusions of the MTTs and in return the MTTs indulge the fetishes of the doctors. You cannot tell me doctors who are willing to chop perfectly healthy body parts off do it just for the money (and don’t even try to act like he gives a got damn). No, he (and I bet most of them are he’s) is most likely getting some twisted gratification out of the procedure. I wonder what is the rate of in-surgery video recording during these procedures. You know how those porn hounds like to re-live their fetishes. What better way to than to have a video to watch repeatedly. “See, I cut that dick right off!” “The fewer dicks in the world, the bigger my dick will be!”

If MTTs are really interested in being feminists, like so many of them claim to be when they are demanding to barge into female space and be escorted to the front row, why don’t they ask themselves not what females can do for them, but what they can do for females. If they did, and acted on it, then maybe I would believe they are budding feminists. Until then, they are just entitled men wanting to do whatever the fuck they want to do. A real feminist MTT would take one for the team and educate and rehabilitate the men in the restrooms, not run over to female restrooms and expect refuge from their own ilk.

And here is an example of I’m going to click my heels together and say it three times and magically, it will be all true, because I say so. WTF?

Julia Serano notes in her book that trans women are often sensationalized by society to a much greater extent then trans men, because our existence is a direct attack on traditional sexism. Society expects women to want to be men, because men are superior to women and trans men (in their eyes) confirm male superiority. Trans women, on the other hand, are men who want to become women (again in their eyes), which show that women have value and are men are no better than them. The idea that people born male would want to give up male privilege to become women breaks apart the whole system of patriarchy. This is not to diminish the prejudice that trans men and other transgender people face. All trans people face oppositional sexism—a concept which I will develop in the next post.

What’s crazy to me is that you, Kitty, say “why don’t they tell the men to clean up their behavior in the men’s room, instead of barging in on the women?” and they say “the men’s room is dangerous!”

Yes… that’s why you suggested that they ask the men to clean it up. It’s not as if you aren’t aware that it’s dangerous in places where males are, for crying out loud. It’s just that your solution to the danger in male restrooms (males should tell the other males to fix it) is one that gets more to the root of the problem than theirs (everybody, quick, hide behind a skirt!) does.

Oh Gawd, the MTts are still yapping, still whining after last week’s fail campaign (yeah, there must’ve been a memo sent with the marching orders “Try to convince the females to accept the cis’ shit! Target the guilty ones who like to be seen as better women than other women” to convince feminists that we should allow the old boss to make room for the new boss. You know, all their talk about how we should all accept their labels for us. Like we want another fucking layer on top of the layer already assigned to us. Let us dismantle one layer at a time. Sheesh.

Anywho, still no word on why they don’t ask men to accommodate them instead of expecting women to make way for them, —–again, yet again, again, again, it is always what the women can do for the men.

Because then they’d have to admit that they’re still men? Because then they’d have to negotiate with *males* for a special little coy section of the washroom called “MTF’s only, puh-leeze“? Or because then they wouldn’t get to have that long, longed-for thrill of peeing in the women’s washroom?

The demand is just so fucking typical of patriarchal conditioning. Men as a class oppress women. A man cannot chop off his dick and become a woman. When his dick is chopped off and replaced with a slit, a slit that has to be conditioned in order not to close up (because that is what the body does when an unnatural opening is made, it attempts to heal itself) his years of being conditioned as a male does not simply disappear. Then he has enough nerve to claim women are superior to him in the fucking patriarchy. O-M-F-G! He may be at the bottom of the male heap, but NEWSFLASH, his ass is still in the male heap! The very heap that a patriarchal society has socially structured above females, the very structure that has conditioned him to demand space wherever the fuck he wants it. And the same conditioning that makes him demand that everyone go along with his delusions.

It is really getting old. And all those women who need male approval so bad are willing to say “Look at me, look at me, I am better than that woman because unlike her I don’t discriminate.” No, Einstein, unlike her, you are willing to suck male dick at a female’s expense, —you dick sucking tool.

And how do we know if a man in a dress comes into our restrooms he’s not just wearing the dress so he can rape unsuspecting womin? Are we supposed to yank down their pants and see if they have a dick or not? Cause, persunally I don’t want to see any man’s dick, and I don’t think any womyn should be subjected to such a torturous sight.

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